I’ll never forget the way Kradr looked at me when I undressed for him. His gaze was filled with such longing and need. Consequently, his emotions mirrored my own. I never wanted anything as much as I wanted this man.

He reached out, grasped me about the waist, and pulled me to his solid chest.

I stepped on my tiptoes, slid my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his. Our kiss was tender at first, but with each stroke of his tongue against mine, the rhythm intensified. He slipped his hand up between us and cupped my breasts, flicking gently at my nipple. His other hand slid up my back and pressed against my spine, tracing it down to the slopes of my bottom.

I gasped as he needed my cheeks with his big warrior hands, bringing me closer to his body and against his thick footlong. His tongue slid into my mouth again and he kissed me passionately.

“You taste sweet,” he mumbled against my lips.

Our tongues mingling together tasted like more than just peaches—this tasted like heaven. His chest pressed against my stiffened nipples and my sex began to clench, preparing for something I've wanted since the moment I met Kradr.

To show him just how much I wanted him, I tugged at his loincloth until the strings were loose. When the cloth was hanging about him, his turgid shaft sprang free. My fingers curled around him. When I looked down, I noticed that he was so large my fingers wouldn't meet.

Fueled by the need to taste him, I lowered myself to my knees and licked up the pre-cum from his tip. He tasted just like I remembered it, like a mixture of honey and sea salt. I took a second lick until his cockhead was literally pulsing.

He growled. His skin felt like leather and iron. Prominent, detailed veins wrapped around his shaft and the engorged tip was filled with blood. He cupped my head, guiding my mouth all the way down his rigid shaft. I swallowed him whole, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. His hips began to move back and forth. I gripped his thighs and slid my lips down his cock over and over again.

“I’m going to come now if you don’t stop,” he warned.

Unable to speak, I bobbed my head, more than ready to accept his seed in my mouth.

He grabbed a bunch of my hair in his fists and pulled me back and then looked down as I licked along the skin of his shaft. His groans were deep and raspy and when I looked up into his translucent blue eyes, I saw the carnal need racing through them.

I didn’t want to stop, so I keep my lips latched to his cock, alternating between long greedy licks to his shaft and taking his entire length down my throat. When his cockhead began to increase in size on my tongue, I knew it was over for him. He was no longer trying to hold anything back. His seed spilled onto my tongue, flooding my mouth like molten hot lava. I couldn’t swallow fast enough and some of the milky white substance leaked from my lips and onto my breasts.

I leaned back with my legs folded under me. Our gazes met, and I brought my fingers to my lips, licking them.

Kradr hauled me to my feet and scooped me up. As he carried me to his bed, he rasped, "Goddess, help us. I have to take you now."

His sheer size and strength caused the bed to dip. He laid me on my back and came down over me. When his hot mouth sucked my nipple, I cried out. Hungry licks to my breasts made me twist and squirm under him. His tongue felt so good suckling at my breasts. I raked my fingers through his long black hair and held him there. He moaned against my flesh.

“I want to feel you inside,” I pleaded, lifting my hips to meet his. His cock was still rock hard. Wet. Rock hard. And heavy with need.

He moved lower, sliding his torso down my center until his broad shoulders spread my legs wide. His hand dipped between my legs, petting the small triangle of hair that covered my pussy. One thick finger slipped down the wet seam of my sex, found my entrance, and pressed into me. His mouth replaced his hands, using his tongue to collect every last drop of nectar from me.

His tongue danced across my clit, teasing it and sucking it. It felt like I was on top of the clouds as he worked me up to full peak. I pressed my hips upward and he raked his tongue through my dripping sex. He moaned and mumbled something in a foreign language. The vibrations sent me to another dimension, a plane I never knew existed. My thighs began to quake and more juices spilled, coating his chin and my inner thighs.

“Kradr!” I cried, as my climax took me, but he was relentless. Each flick of his tongue against my clit took me higher and higher. When I was spent, he came up over me. I didn’t have the words to tell him how good that was, so I brought his lips to mine, tasting the sweet mix of Kradr and me.

When he met my gaze again, they were different. He looked almost animal-like as his fiery eyes bored into the depths of my soul. His cock was heavy and wet against my navel.

I knew what came next. I hooked my fingers together behind Kradr’s neck and held on for dear life. He wrapped my legs around his body and pressed his pulsing cockhead at my entrance. He was hesitant and I wondered if he noticed as my pulse quickened with fear.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped quietly.

“You won’t,” I lied.

He buried his face against my neck and kissed me along the throat. I began to relax as his tip slipped into me.

“Celeste,” he moaned.

“Kradr,” I replied.

“Mate. Mine.”

“Yours.”

He drove himself inside me in a single breath, thrusting until he was buried deep. I screamed as he broke past my maidenhead. A sharp bolt of pain spread through my loins and then began to fade.

My body fell pliant and I yielded to him. My innocence was shattered, but I was not broken. My barbarian warrior was more than worthy of this gift and the many gifts I planned to give him in the future.

He stroked in and out of me with firm, gently strokes, and when another climax began building inside me, he switched to long, deep plunges. My hips pumped upward in tune with my orgasm. He pulled me close to him, pressed his lips to mine, and we made spine-tingling, toe-curling love.

The scent of sex filled the cottage. Our moans and words of devotion sealed our fate.

The carnal whirlwind around us was more volatile than the sea. The euphoria taking us high into clouds was more unyielding than the waves.

Suddenly, Kradr’s body stiffened and his cock quaked inside of me. With one final thrust, his seed flooded the walls of my sex, marking my insides—marking me as his.

He panted hard, sank into my embrace, but didn’t let me go. I kept my arms wrapped around him while his cock remained locked inside my body.

“Are you alright?” he finally whispered.

I swallowed, trying to catch my breath. “More than alright.”

I didn’t know how much time passed, but he seemed to love the way I rubbed his back and ran my fingers through his hair.

“Celeste?”

“Yes.”

“Sing for me. Please.”

I smiled. “Of course.”

I sang a song just for Kradr and only for Kradr.